The school uniform was stained with blood as the flag was raised, and the fists were thundered and cracked in all directions.
The horizontal sticks in the back alleys pick up the stars and the moon, and the long streets step on the bones to suppress the jackals.
The body of a hundred battles is like a quenched blade, and the energy of a thousand battles surges into the ocean.
Once he tore up the charts, he divided the borders and became the king with one hand!
Blood tempers the bones, wine burns the throat, and thousands of people bow their heads in worship.
The heavenly wolf swallowed up all the moon in Guanshan, and the earthly evil burned the nine-story building in the sky.
At present, the sword is sharpened to point at the eight wastelands, and the iron hoof crushes the old feudal territory.
If there is a Lingxiao Palace in the world, split open the gate of heaven and sit in the center!
